Precious Things by Tori Amos

So I ran faster
But it caught me here
Yes, my loyalties turned
Like my ankle in the seventh grade
Running after Billy
Running after the rain

These precious things
Let them bleed, let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break their hold over me

He said you're really an ugly girl
But I like the way you play
And I died
But I thanked him
Can you believe that sick
Holding onto his picture
Dressing up everyday
I wanna smash the faces
Of those beautiful boys
Those Christian boys
So you can make me cum
That doesn't make you Jesus

These precious things
Let them bleed, let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break their hold over me

I remember, yes
In my peach party dress
No one dared, no one cared
To tell me where the pretty girls are
Those demigods
With their nine-inch nails
And little facist panties tucked inside the heart of every nice girl

These precious things
Let them bleed, let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break their hold over me